Though, the fractal zoomers were cool. They were NOT in "2d" since you could see that stuff was in front of other stuff when the camera moved etc. It was in 3d or atleast had some perspective stuff mangled into them (layers?)

runs very fine on my xbox (after some time of loading that is).
a lot of fractals, but all look fine.
together with the music the demo nicely produces a mood.
i especially liked those bw slengpung pictures, retouched to produce an end-of-world atmosphere.

what? another of my comments gone! well... anyway, I really like this and it's nice to see some new prods by jmagic. the favourite part is that really creamy fractal-zoom. it could have lasted for minutes imho!
stefan: i've been thinking about that too. in most parts it must be layers but there are some parts that feel really 3d (like the one in the screenshot)...
five thumbs up (and one in the ass) as jugi would have said ;)

i had no probs running this, didnt even bother burning the iso, just extracted the contents of the iso (soundtrack inside :-D ) using XDFSExtract and made a menu for demos on my Evo-X dashboard and it loaded and executed in around 10secs.

Superb prod with massive respect to Complex not only for this demo but for all they're doing for the xbox scene also.

ugh, 5 minutes of fractals? I mean, come on, even if they are beautiful fractals, building a demo on one routine is a no-no.
Oh, wait, there were also those spinning cubes. Great 3D graphics. On par with an 8 MHz Amiga500.

"The Secret of My Endurance"
(from Dangling In The Tourne)
by Charles Bukowski

I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up
men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are
living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just
booze and madness.
Most of their letters are on lined paper
written with an unsharpened pencil
or in ink
in tiny handwriting that slants to the
left

and the paper is often torn
usually halfway up the middle
and they say they like my stuff,
I’ve written from where it’s at, and
they recognize that. truly, I’ve given them a second
chance, some recognition of where they’re at.

it’s true, I was there, worse off than most
of them.
but I wonder if they realize where their letters
arrive?
well, they are dropped into a box
behind a six-foot hedge with a long driveway leading
to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees,
animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half
paid after a year, a new car,
fireplace and a green rug two-inches thick
with a young boy to write my stuff now,
I keep him in a ten-foot cage with a
typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,
belt him pretty good three or four times
a week.
I’m 59 years old now and the critics say
my stuff is getting better than ever.